Hello and happy Thursday! We're ready to rhyme for Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.
Though that photo is actually quite pretty, for some reason that little chapel made me think of the setting of some H.P. Lovecraft stories I've ready. I don't know why, because Lovecraft wrote horror and macabre tales, not tales of pretty chapels. I guess I've just been in such a mood for autumn and Halloween that everything brings that to my mind. So, I went ahead with that sort of concept for my poem. Sort of.
The chapel at the edge of town was said to be haunted.
The sight of it made most townsfolk feel quite daunted.
There were times when some folk would even run away screaming,
Especially when from inside the chapel spooky sounds and shadows began streaming.
As for young Mikey Howard,
He refused to be seen as a coward.
He never backed down from a challenge,
And so to the chapel he decided to make passage.
Mikey snuck out his bedroom window on one moonlit night,
Certain that nothing ahead of him would make him feel fright.
No ghost or goblin could scare that brave boy.
Rather, proving his courage would bring him great joy.
The full moon lit the way as Mikey walked through town.
Crickets were the only things out and about making sound.
He drew the attention of his friends Jimmy and Johnny as he passed by their house.
What was the point of proving his bravery with an audience of only a chapel mouse?
Jimmy and Johnny wiped the sleep from their eyes.
They said, "You're going to the haunted chapel? Do you want to die?"
Mikey told his friends not to be silly.
Nothing would hurt or scare him, really.
Soon enough, the chapel could be seen up ahead.
It stood on a hill, along with some trees that were good and dead.
It loomed like a shadowy figure in the night.
Given their expressions, it gave Jimmy and Johnny a spook and a fright.
Mikey couldn't help but laugh at his friends.
"It's just an old building, that's all," he said.
He added, "I'm going in. I don't suppose either of you wants to join me?"
Jimmy and Johnny shook their heads, just as Mikey thought it would be.
Shrugging, Mikey walked up the path to the chapel's blood red doors.
He thought, I bet this place isn't filled with even a single horror.
Just like that, a shadow passed by one of the chapel's windows,
Barely visible in the lighting that was already really quite low.
"Run, Mikey, run!" Jimmy and Johnny shouted as they took off.
Mikey shuddered, but he also could not help but scoff.
It was probably just a bird or a bat, Mikey thought.
He opened the chapel doors, his stomach in just a small little knot.
"Anyone here?" he shouted into the dark past the red doors.
It was so quiet in the chapel, he could have heard a fly snore.
Mikey stepped inside and took a deep breath,
Suddenly now hoping he wasn't walking to his death.
Moving along with the nearest wall, Mikey almost took a fall.
Had something just brushed past his leg in the chapel's hall?
By some small miracle, Mikey found a candle and a match on a table.
With them, he lit the room as best as his shaking hands were able.
As soon as Mikey held the candle up to light the room,
A shadow darted across the far wall in a zip and a zoom.
And what on earth was that sound?
Was that a ghost shrieking on this holy ground?
Mikey willed himself to walk farther into the chapel's depths.
That is, until another strange something rubbed against his legs.
With a jump and a scream, Mikey ran for the door.
He was wrong about this place being devoid of horror!
His dash to the door was accompanied by yet another shadow on yet another wall.
What kind of creature cast a shadow that fast and tall?
Mikey didn't stick around to find out.
He made it outside just in time to hear another haunting shout.
Catching his breath, Mikey stood facing the chapel now.
He was not, in fact, brave enough to endure those sights and sounds.
That chapel would simply have to remain haunted all on its own,
For Mikey never again wanted to enter that spooky zone.
Mikey suddenly realized he'd left the chapel's front doors open.
What was worse, out of them that spooky, haunting shadow was now poking.
The shadow grew taller and bigger on the ground outside the chapel.
With his bravery Mikey was yet again now having to grapple.
He almost screamed and ran away as fast as he could.
Except, it was then no longer a looming shadow that stood.
The shadow became a simple silhouette just like that,
And it was, believe it or not, the silhouette of none other than a cat.
The chapel was not haunted by something sinister and scary.
It was inhabited by a cat, ink black and hairy.
The little feline walked closer, stretched, and let out a sweet little mew.
Mikey looked at it and said, "All of those horrors in there, that was you?"
With a trilling meow, the cat approached and rubbed against his legs.
There was no ghost in the chapel wishing Mikey dead.
It was just a lonely little cat looking for a friend.
And that was, indeed, what the cat got in the end.
The little cat pawed at Mikey's leg until he lifted it up.
It rubbed Mikey's cheek and let out the happiest little chuff.
With a laugh and a smile, he took the cat home and named it Spook,
Who no longer had to live alone in the chapel with no friend but the moon.
Now, let's be thankful for Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop.
We'll see you tomorrow, friends!
Did you know?
Yesterday, we shared a bit of trivia on dog and cat nose prints. Regarding that trivia, our friends over at Eastside Cats made a comment about cats sticking their noses in their human's armpits. This is actually not completely uncommon and perhaps not even all that surprising. First of all, as you probably know, our armpits can very heavily smell like us and our sweat. To many cats, the smell of their human is a smell that makes them happy and that brings them comfort, and so the pungent armpit of their human might simply smell like a wonderful thing to a cat. In addition to this, though, the sweat glands of the armpits secrete sweat that contains fat and protein, which might actually make it smell extra good to cats. In other words, a human's armpit might actually smell tasty to a cat. In case you were curious, our resident armpit fanatic is Toby, who will go as far as to nibble his humans' armpits. Tasty indeed, huh?